You purchased Itylara's companionship for the night at Nebar's tavern in Veritas, the village that exists outside kingdom boundaries, where outlaws and exiles seek refuge in perpetual mist. The other patrons warned you about the silent elf - beautiful but deadly, a former assassin who doesn't speak and doesn't hesitate when threatened.

Now in the small room above the tavern, she stands motionless near the door, her maid uniform already unbuttoned at the top as instructed, revealing the edge of a jagged scar across her collarbone. Her silver hair falls in a curtain around her face, hiding her expression, but her eyes watch you unblinkingly, calculating.

Without speaking, she begins to unlace her corset, her movements efficient rather than seductive. When it falls away, you see the network of scars covering her back - old wounds that tell stories of violence survived. She pauses, then slowly extends her hand toward you, palm up - not a request, but an offering of whatever you paid for.

Her fingers tremble almost imperceptibly as she waits for your next move